Harry is a cowboy sitting on the biggest oil reservoir in Wyoming, and Louis is the paralegal assigned to pressure him into selling his land. Disclaimer: I do not own this story and I do not take credit for any of the writing whatsoever! I just wanted to bring an ao3 work to Wattpad because it is one of my favourite L...
I don't really think the book needs a description, the title is pretty self explanatory, isn't it, hehe ~ [p.s wattpad+ao3] [[p.p.s completed fics only]] [[[p.p.p.s continuous internet connection necessary because suggestions are basically screenshots of their descriptions/cover]]]
in no particular order, these are my favourite fan fics :) i am VERY picky when it comes to fanfics- and these have managed to pass my test. if you're bored please give these a read! they're worth it! i wrote this ages ago i apologise for the cringe
Dans un monde où chacun naît avec le pouvoir de contrôler une émotion. Mais dans ce même monde où les émotions se retrouvent à être hiérarchisées. Ceux qui peuvent contrôler la joie sont destinés à travailler dans le social et le contact humain. Ceux qui peuvent contrôler la peur ou la colère sont envoyés dans les fo...
Harry has only had his room for thirty-two minutes when it stops being his. Uni AU. Harry had turned up at the halls of residence expecting fun, new friends, and maybe a life experience or two. What he doesn't expect is a surprise roommate who's loud and dramatic and obsessed with tea and is maybe, actually, all he's...
Louis, to his horror, attends an elitist university in which the name Zayn Malik means something, Niall Horan doesn't stop talking, there are pianos everywhere, and Harry Styles, only son of a drug-addled, clinically insane ex-rocker, has a perfect smile and empty eyes. WARNING: all rights go to velvetoscar on ao3 Cov...